Knightmare

"It happens, darling," Knightmare murmured, letting her fingers trace a gentle line along Heimdall's cheek. Her touch was warm, and as her palm rested on his skin, she felt the subtle tension in his jaw. The flicker of nervous energy radiated off him like an electric current, and she savored every bit of it. It had been months since they’d last seen each other, a gap that felt longer than she’d ever expected. Seeing him now, in the dim glow of the bar, made her realize just how much she’d missed him. She leaned in close, standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear, her voice soft yet filled

Knightmare strode toward the blacksmith shop, her mind already preoccupied with the items she had ordered. What she didn’t notice was the human wall of a man attempting to enter at the same time. The impact wasn’t harsh, but it was jarring enough to make her pause. Dressed in a teal sundress that hugged her curves, the fabric almost perfectly matching the deep emerald green of her eyes, she glanced up and found herself meeting the man’s piercing blue gaze. Her white hair cascaded down past her chest, a sharp contrast to the soft teal fabric. A polite smile tugged at her lips, and she spok

Knightmare tilted her head back, finishing the last of her martini in a swift but graceful motion. The glass, leaving her hand with a soft clink as she set it onto the bar, her intense emerald hues boring holes into the man's face, who had his attention set on her sister. He who just insulted her sister. The innocent atmosphere that surrounded her vanished as she took the olive from the glass, placing it between her lips. For a moment, she twirled it in her mouth before crushing it between her pearly whites. She made quite the performance for whoever might be watching the three of them.

Knightmare smirked as the man approached and spoke. Her voice became low and sultry, "Aww honey. It's cute that you think you got me hooked on just one line. You'll have to try harder than that." She reached out to his face, dragging her finger gently along his jawline and ending at his chin. "Is that all you've got? A handsome man like you can't just have the one line." She bit at her soft red lip gently, attempting to lure him in further. Up until now, she kept constant eye contact with him. She began looking him up and down. She was definitely sizing him up. From the get go he seemed t

Knightmare began sipping on her drink, leaning up against the bar. It wasn't long after she sat that she heard a familiar name from a familiar voice. "...Eve?" She was met with the visage of her sister. "You... I... I'm dreaming right? This thing has finally fried my brain right? I'm dead? Is this heaven?" One burning question was in the front of her mind. "What the FUCK are you doing here?! Don't you hate video games?!" Although Odette was pissed off, she couldn't help but hug her sister. She hugged her tighter than she'd ever hugged her in the past. "Well, I guess now that you're here. I'm a

Floor 15 was a mystery to Odette. She had never explored this level, let alone ventured beyond a safe zone. Rumors of Lhasi's incredible cuisine intrigued her, and the moment she stepped off the teleport platform, the rich, aromatic spices in the air drew her in. Each food cart lining the streets was a new adventure, and she stopped at every single one. Food was one of Odette's greatest joys, one of the few things that made her truly happy—right next to her sister. She wished Eve could be here with her now, but that wasn’t the case. Still, she’d definitely be telling her all about this fl

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Username: Knightmare Real Name: Odette "Goose" Nightingale Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 5'8" Eye Color: Emerald Green Hair color: Silver Origin Country: America Birthday: July 18th Background: Family Life and Friends Odette has had a very easy life. She and her sister have been the best of friends since the womb. Literally. Eve was born literally 30 seconds before she was and she held it over her head for her entire life. Odette managed to somehow become what her parents thought to be the perfe